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The music plays, The melody reverberates, And the melancholy tune Fills my mind. The artist sings of Lust, laughter, and loyalty And I have trouble relating. I have always said And always believed That I would never see Or find Or feel The love in this world. But as I sit here, Notebook in hand, Music in my ears, And You in my mind, I am no longer concerned, And everything seems Alright. I have never been An emotional person. I have never been Filled with a burning desire To achieve a true passion Or dreamed Of something sensational. I have never fallen From such a great height Only to be caught By surprise. Yet I can’t help To think Of what might be, Of what could have been. I can’t help But think Of You. As my vessel lays still, As my eyes shiver into Peaceful relaxation, My mind escapes To a brighter time Behind us When we used to talk And laugh And create our own melody. My mind, It runs away from me And plays its own song Of regret and remorse For my stupidity, My hesitation And misplaced lust. I have never been An emotional person Yet here I am, Writing out my words, My torments, My troubles, In the most romanticized Form of art. I have never been An emotional person But I have never been More Emotional.
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Jan 27, 2015
Jan 27, 2015 at 8:51 PM UTC
A Music Note
The music plays, The melody reverberates, And the melancholy tune Fills my mind. The artist sings of Lust, laughter, and loyalty And I have trouble relating. I have always said And always believed That I would never see Or find Or feel The love in this world. But as I sit here, Notebook in hand, Music in my ears, And You in my mind, I am no longer concerned, And everything seems Alright. I have never been An emotional person. I have never been Filled with a burning desire To achieve a true passion Or dreamed Of something sensational. I have never fallen From such a great height Only to be caught By surprise. Yet I can’t help To think Of what might be, Of what could have been. I can’t help But think Of You. As my vessel lays still, As my eyes shiver into Peaceful relaxation, My mind escapes To a brighter time Behind us When we used to talk And laugh And create our own melody. My mind, It runs away from me And plays its own song Of regret and remorse For my stupidity, My hesitation And misplaced lust. I have never been An emotional person Yet here I am, Writing out my words, My torments, My troubles, In the most romanticized Form of art. I have never been An emotional person But I have never been More Emotional.
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Jan 27, 2015
Jan 27, 2015 at 8:51 PM UTC
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